Beyond the Divorce

At that moment, Cane walked in, followed by a female executive from the airport. Cane reported, "We've checked the flight information thoroughly. So far, there's no record of Navi and George on any flight tickets. "They must have alternative identities," Atlas said with certainty.

His words suddenly filled me with urgency. If they had successfully disguised themselves and slipped past us, would Navi be able to take both my dads?

Feeling uneasy, I softly asked Atlas, "I don't understand. Why would my dad go with him? Isn't he afraid of us? There are so many people blocking his way. Is he underestimating our security checks?" "Navi must have been prepared. They must be using fake identities. I'm convinced they're in disguise," Atlas asserted. "Your dad must have followed him because Navi had many ways to threaten and coerce him." Threatened?

Could my dad have a vulnerability when it came to Navi?

Just then, a surprising scene appeared on the large screen, capturing everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man got out of a taxi nervously. His eyes darted around anxiously, glancing at the cameras.

As a non-police officer, I could sense something was amiss, so the keen-eyed police must have caught on as well.

The man got a wheelchair out of the car and helped an elderly lady with a leg problem out of the vehicle. But something seemed off about the elderly lady's limp.

I could speak, the others were already whispering, "Those two seem

in the footage settled the elderly lady into the wheelchair and glanced around nervously at the cameras again, then started pushing the wheelchair inside. One of the airport police officers beside Atlas

there's definitely something off about them," Atlas said, staring at the two individuals with certainty. "They're diverting our attention." The airport police

middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair. The

were fixed on the screen. I held my breath, but

Atlas exclaimed, "Entrance

Atlas's shout, Cane turned and rushed out. Atlas turned and strode

screen, but I couldn't pinpoint which feed corresponded to Entrance 5. I had to turn and

pouring out of the control room, heading

control room

Entrance 5,

intercepted at Entrance 3, near the service desk. Airport police were questioning them, and a crowd of curious onlookers had

reached Entrance 5, the people who were coming in were clearly visible, and we saw no suspicious

face